Gabriel had watched Sam hunt him, watched him become obsessed. And now, now he was staring into those beautiful eyes as they filled with tears. Tears he, Gabriel, was responsible for. Why the Hell had that dumbass Din made a deal in the first place? Oh, right... to get Sham back from the dead. Damn demons took them off Gabe's radar somehow. When they had left Heaven, Gabe vowed to them that he would keep them safe, and for eons, he did. Finding them a new life every century or so. They'd grow from a zygot to a strapping human, then die from old age, in a fight, or from the Plague, or, more often than not, they would sacrifice themselves for the other, and every time Gabriel would be the one to intercept their soul/Grace before it hit home, and start the cycle again. Some times, during epidemics or wars Gabe would keep the Grace around for a bit, until the most eminent danger had gone. This time though, that stupid ass mother of theirs had made a deal with Azazel, before Gabriel even knew she would be their mom this time. That threw a wrench in the works, since the demonblood had cloaked Shamsiël. Gabriel had trouble determining if and when he was in trouble. And then they had become hunters... and danger flares got set off so often, Gabe had trouble distinguishing the real threats.
The devestated look in his Shamshine's eyes shattered Gabriel's heart though. He tried. He tried to drive the lesson home, for this life and the next ones, but all Shamsiël wanted was his brother back. Then he spoke. "Please... just... Please." And he crushed Gabriel. Hanging his head to try and compose himself, Gabriel resorted to sarcasm to hide the cracks in his heart. If only he had paid more attention to his mouth. It had the nasty habit of running free when his heart and mind were in turmoil. He just let the old nickname slip, and Sam caught it. The preassure with which the hunter was pushing him against the wall, was nothing. As an Archangel, Gabe could break it easily, but the fact that Sam reacted at all was disturbing. "Well... this is awkward." The tall man applied more preassure, but not enough to actually hurt, even if Gabe had been human. He knew his strength well. "Quit stalling, Trickster. Tell me everything." Gabe sighed and snapped his fingers, relocating them to a cozy appartement. "There. Better make sure we're at ease if we're going to do this." Sitting in a lounge chair opposite Gabe's, Sam stared. "Do what, exactly?" Gabriel smiled at him, his golden eyes twinkling. "Trips down memory lane. So, how much do you recall?" The large man shuffled his feet. "Come on, big guy! You reacted to a very specific word. Why?"
A blush crept up Sam's face. "You'll think me crazy." Despite himself, Gabriel patted the big guy's knee. Sam glanced up, his eyes wide, blush intensifying. "I'm the Trickster, Sam. I have seen so, so much crazy stuff, maybe too much." Sam sighed, and the expanding chest had Gabe lick his chops, mentally. "It... it's a nickname I heard in my dreams..." Ducking his head, Sam tried to hide his flaming red cheeks. "It was mine... given by my lover." That knocked the wind out of Gabriel. "You... dreamt that?" he choked. Silent, almost reluctant, nodding. "Well crap... that's just peachy. Anything else?" Sam licked his lips, making Gabe cross his legs. "Just the hot kissing..." Sam whispered. Before he realised he was moving, Gabriel landed on his knees in front of Sam. "S..Sam... look at me." Sam lifted his head slowly and their eyes locked. Hazel meeting gold.